The weather in New Delhi is awesome right now. Overcast skies, yet no heavy rains, but breezy. As I stare outside my office building, how I wish I was out there than sitting in front of my computer. Not because I don’t want to work (Okay. FINE. Maybe). It’s because I’m freezing, hoping that the words arrange themselves into coherent sentences.
That’s right, I’m not the only one who’s got her denim jacket on when it’s 32 degrees outside. I look around and see many of my female colleagues either draped in shawls (mind you, woollen shawls) and jackets. Some have even kept their woollen booties under their desk. So much so, it’s easier to identify a woman’s workdesk than a man’s because, there’s always chair with a jacket hung on it.
Meanwhile, men are just being men, chilling in their cotton shirts, sleeves rolled-up.
So here’s why I hate the freaking low AC that freezes my brain.